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Ball For Me - Post Malone ft. Nicki Minaj (Lyric Video)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Post Malone
Post Malone
Vocals
Louis Bell
Louis Bell
Programming
Nicki Minaj
Nicki Minaj
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Louis Bell
Louis Bell
Composer
Austin Post
Austin Post
Songwriter
Onika Maraj
Onika Maraj
Songwriter
Carl Rosen
Carl Rosen
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Louis Bell
Louis Bell
Producer
Manny Marroquin
Manny Marroquin
Mixing Engineer
Chris Galland
Chris Galland
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Mike Bozzi
Mike Bozzi
Mastering Engineer
Robin Florent
Robin Florent
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Scott Desmarais
Scott Desmarais
Assistant Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Uh, ball for me Baby, could you? I got too much on my mind right now (oh-oh-oh) I ain't got the time to get you Saint Laurent now Could you? I got too much on my mind right now (oh-oh-oh) Time to hit Rodeo, give my baby 30 thou' Ooh, ball for me Ooh, b-ball for me, yeah Ooh, ball for me Ooh, b-ball for me, yeah I'm on the road, I'm gettin' paid, like what you want, baby? (What you want, baby?) You're bougie, baby, but I love you, baby, give you the world, baby (you the world, baby) Paid five grand for a handbag, that's Saint Laurent, baby (Saint Laurent, baby) Damn, you love that money, baby (oh-oh-oh) Hunnid thousand plus hunnid thousand, my whip (my whip, my whip) 30 thousand plus 30 thousand, my wrist (my wrist, my wrist) We got alcohol, plus bad bitches, that's lit (that's lit, that's lit) I swear, baby, we was just kissin', that's it (that's it, that's it, oh-oh-oh) How could I forget the shit that you done done for me? (For me) Baby gonna take the charge and take the fall for me (for me) Would love to take you shoppin', but girl, I'm in Europe tourin' Sorry, lil' mama, I can't give you more Baby, could you? I got too much on my mind right now (oh-oh-oh) I ain't got the time to get you Saint Laurent now Could you? I got too much on my mind right now (oh-oh-oh) Time to hit Rodeo, give my baby 30 thou' Ooh, ball for me Ooh, b-ball for me, yeah Ooh, ball for me Ooh, b-ball for me, yeah Yo, gotta hit him on the jack When you comin' back? Where is you at on the map? Everything is intact Could have been a seamstress, still wouldn't cut him slack Pretty much, ain't got a clue Itty bitty piggyback off everything I do But I'm still droppin' jaws Got 'em lookin' like James Harden at the awards (oh-oh-oh) Back to you, I'm so into you For real, breh like I'm kin to you If you a ten, I add ten to you They be mad when I tend to you That's what the bae like Call me Buffy 'cause that's what I slay like These bitches, I son 'em like it's daylight These niggas wanna know what it tastes like (oh-oh-oh) What it tastes like, yo, what it tastes like, yo They wanna know what it tastes like, yo All this ice, it should taste like snow Get kimonos and let's fly to Tokyo Pretty, pretty please baby, won't you cop this for me? (Uh) Baby, could you? I got too much on my mind right now (oh-oh-oh) I ain't got the time to get you Saint Laurent now Could you? I got too much on my mind right now (oh-oh-oh) Time to hit Rodeo, give my baby 30 thou' Ooh, ball for me Ooh, b-ball for me, yeah Ooh, ball for me (what it tastes like?) Ooh, b-ball for me, yeah Ooh, ball for me (what it tastes like?) Ooh, b-ball for me, yeah Ooh, ball for me (what it tastes like?) Ooh, b-ball for me, yeah
Writer(s): Austin Richard Post, Carl Austin Rosen, Louis Bell, Onika Tanya Maraj Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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